http://slow.writerscafe.org/Roxinator The original writings of author Roxie Martelli en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 6-6-09I'm a scared little girlin a sick sad worldand the state of things aregetting to meI don't know the timeHas everyone gone blind?Why am I the only onein this place?Scream to me-Ican hear your needsbut can anyone hear me?Come to me-God please let me seewhy I hur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/421911/ An age before its time, fate has a way of making people turn into unfriendly faces.Backwards living becomes quite tedious, burdonsome spirituality that cuts to the bone.Fairness never seemed to come back home. She stole the child, sent in a changling of different expectatons of bitter resent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/414111/ Jaded old Man-why do you weep? Isn't your way always what happens, don't you have a way of your own?Bitter old woman, where is your mind? I feel it was left in a story back in time. At time where your Chesnut hair made the crowd turn, your personality adorned you like an immaculate gown.Why .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/414110/ Essentially that is what it is. Part of what is my life. I spoke this infront of my highschool during one of our chapels (if you haven't caught, I go to a private Christian High School) and it was interesting. A lot of interesting things happened in resul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/402038/ This is litterally a trippy dream I had. It was so trippy infact that I had to write it down after I dreamt it because it freaked me out since I was in such a deep sleep. Thought it'd be interesting to post. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/402037/ Its not a story, its actually an article for my school newspaper that I was assigned to do. Its supposed to be a satirical representation of valentines day from a bitter person. I got a kick out of writing it and took quotes from anti valentines day websi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/402035/ I dunno. I've always been either cursed or gifted with an extreme sense of Empathy. Translating the hurt of others into my own life. This is generally why I don't watch the news. It hurts too much. Call me a peace loving freak, its what I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359622/ I feel like this needs to be worked with. I'm not sure what I want with it though. Suggestions and tasteful critique are more than welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359551/ This story was based off of a fictional event that I was told to write for in english class last year. Historical Fiction of sorts. The characters are real. Mixed History within it. Captain Morgans treasure = Real. Necklace, no so much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359107/ Last year in English 10, we had to write about a meaningful experience in our lives. I wrote about how much music has an effect on my life and how I got where I am now. It made me smile, I wanted to have it as a part of my collection here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359105/ a pretty emotional part in my life. But I'd rather be open about myself and my experiences than keep them bottled up. its a rather unhealthy habit of mine. So I thought I'd put these on here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359099/ This is a funny poem that I wrote one night after a intruder bothered me from my sleep..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359098/ So in AP English 11 about a month ago, we had a writing assignment. We had to write a sort of play on what would happen if Thoreau and Emerson met. For context, they are both transcendentalist authors. So, for the record, its supposed to be funny and a bi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359097/ I live in Southern California. The wildfires, reguardless of where you lived at the time, effected you one way or another. I live in a valley away from where the fires actually were, but they were just beyond the mountains that encircle us. I would see th http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359093/ A poem for English Class Sophomore Year. I think there was a purpose to this one, but I can't quite remember. I think the only catch is that it had to rhyme. I'm not sure. Normally not a fan of rhyming poems (Dr. Seuss is NOT my friend) but it turned out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359091/ I'm a rather nostalgic being. I won't lie. Just a random scribbling. I've always felt older than I actually am. Never really felt like I had a childhood. Maybe this is just me regretting that fact. Dunno. There's an afterthought though. The fact that, its http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359090/ I was going through a point in time where I felt like nothing I said anymore had any meaning. Standing in school saying this pledge that, I felt everyone, including myself, had no clue to what it even meant to people who've actually fought for it. I felt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359088/ I really love this one. I wrote this not when I was 13, but was thinking of someone I knew, and then reflecting back at when I truly turned into a teenager. Sorta has a beatnik feel to it, but I love the flow of it for some reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359085/ One of my oldest pieces. this was when I was in 6th grade. I tend to stay away from the 2004 stuff because it gets rather dark and depressing, this one was worth note I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359084/ some lyrics of life. Pretty simple and clean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359083/ pretty much my stab at descriptive poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359080/ I was a young flaming Democrat. I felt the need to post this because its part of who I was. I don't necessarily agree still, but I don't know if I necessarily disagree either. Its sort of a simple protest song I suppose. I know my best friend (who happens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359078/ Ever feel pissed off because people ignorantly take everything that's given to them without questioning? I do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359077/ This is prolly a lame attempt at a Green Day-esq song. I'm not sure. I was 14 at the time and it just sorta came out. Do with it what you will. Keep in mind the time it was when I wrote it. haha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359075/ My father's been playing music for the last 40 some odd years. I've always admired him for it, and he gave me the gift of music, being able to play the guitar which I hold very close to my heart. This came to my mind as I watched him play. Even the imperf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359074/ This had potential when I wrote it. I think it just didn't really go through. Another one of those poems that were going to be songs things... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359072/ Yum! Can't you taste the teen angst? so, another religiously affiliated poem. This is what happens when you listen to too much pop punk and have religion on the mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359069/ Its more of a prayer to tell you the truth. My faith (that being of a Christian) is big to me, and it kind of all just added up one night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359068/ pretty sure there's a word or two here made up, but I won't change it, why? Its poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roxinator/359067/